What do get when you combine one of the best songs of the 90’s with one of the best tv shows of all time?
I was feeling somewhat forlorn on the weekend. The ABC have been screening Dr Who repeats nightly in anticipation of the new season and they have just finished the David Tennant era.
I have seen this clip before, but it is always worth a visit again, especially to see how many people are involved in creating a TV show! It doesn’t hurt seeing David Tennant again either…
I know people would beg to differ on the whole Proclaimers issue- I am sure my sister Fiona would as I played it sooo many times when it first came out- but I still have a soft spot for it :).
Yesterday’s maker space post drew some interest from craft fans, particularly regarding what I was making…
It’s the back of a circular cushion cover, and this is the front.
The insert of the cushion is one which had been sitting on Miss BG’s bed for some time, featuring members of a popular boy band. Miss BG’s fondness for One Direction has waned (cue sigh of relief), and an idea for a project presented itself. As the project also involved using up yarn from a previous project, it was a win win situation :).
I’ll be taking it with me on my next work trip, which is tomorrow!
Kim spoke of her maker space in her home that she shares with her partner. It is fantastic to see people’s creative spaces and places!
Here is one of mine.
I blog on my iPad or phone, crochet at the tennis, swimming pool, train, plane (not in the car as I am the designated driver :mrgreen:). I knit while watching TV (my crochet skills are sadly not up to this level).
My craft projects live beside my bed, hanging from a hook on the back of the door.
My other maker space aka my brain is constantly working, to the point where I don’t sleep at times. It can be particularly active at 2am, at which point I get up to remonstrate with it
This is my front door, a white door with lead lighting in the window.
It means I am home, after a long day at work, or from travelling for work.
Sometimes I have Mooch waiting to be let in at the front door, especially if she has heard the car pull up. If I am lucky, there is a parcel at the door.
Inside it is warm, with a lovely hum from the presence of my family or the central heating.
I have been away from the family for work a bit the last few weeks, and it’s not easy. I am thankful that MrBG is there to keep things ticking along, and I know the kids are in safe hands, even though there seems to be a suspicious amount of white bread and chocolate mousse (in the form of a ‘dairy dessert’) being consumed in my absence.
After the craziness of the last few weeks at work I am glad for a refuge here.
Last night I met the governor general and got to take his photograph.
He was present at a launch of a showcase, book launch and portrait unveiling at the university at which I work.
I had been part of the project team which had developed the content for the showcase, and had assisted in sourcing photographs for the history book. It was a heady experience to be surrounded by vice Chancellors, Chancellors, members of the Senate and people who had played a part in shaping the university.
It was especially nice to be there with the project team and see people’s impression of the result.
Freya was our project manager. She worked with our library director Fides and Phil the technical consultant, cajoled and nagged the project team for stories, chased us up for photos and shepherded us to the finish line. She is also the campus library manager at our Brisbane campus, a mum of 3 kids and keen runner.
It was a blast being a part of teamFreya with Amanda, Kate, Tatum, Susan, Francesca and Bernice.
To cut a long story short, I am an 80s tragic.
MrBG knows me all too well and last night we watched a documentary on Spandau Ballet.
Directed by their manager Steve Dagger, and narrated by all the members of the band, it is a tale from their beginnings in North London around Islington to their formation at school, their rise to fame and through to the present day.
The Soul Boys of the title refer to how their early influences were American soul- Stevie Wonder was rated as a strong influence by Gary Kemp, the songwriter of the group.
While one of my favourite songs of the 80s is a Spandau song, my knowledge of the group is patchy. The documentary enlightened me to a few interesting tidbits:
- Martin Kemp Gary’s younger brother was recruited for his looks (he was a bit of a dish)
- The eventual name of their band Spandau Ballet came from graffiti in a Berlin toilet
- Gary Kemp is a wee bit of a control freak (and I imagine was responsible for the documentary’s name)
- Steve Norman loves speedos, sunbathing
- Their look came from being part of the New Romantic movement which formed around the club the Blitz in soho, which also featured people like Steve Strange, Boy George and Marilyn, which you see in photos and footage.
Much of the footage is from home movies, and seeing their earliest shows in 1977 when they were still at school is pure gold. It is this candid footage of these wild boys living it up, with their voices as narrators which make this film feel true and authentic.
Their acrimonious time in court when Tony Hadley, John Keeble and Steve Norman sued Gary Kemp for a share of royalties was dealt with in a broad fashion, and there seems to be an attempt to deal with both sides as objectively as possible.
It is a nostalgia trip through my teenage years, and it was also fun to see glimpses of Duran Duran as their rivals in pop chart success.
If you’re a fan of 80s British pop, do yourself a favour and watch this DVD.
This is one of my favourite places in Melbourne.
It is in the Paris End of Collins Street, but it looks as if it would not be out of place in some suburban shopping strip. Nestled above a 7/11 up a set of stairs is a large room, with a mid-century design feel of open space and pine. At the moment, it is Mamasita, but when I first discovered this place, it was the Recorded Music Salon.
It was where 6 years ago, during a lunch date with my friend Pete, I decided to start a blog- this blog :). It was where I would cajole friends to lunch, and where I introduced Mr BG to the joys of Mexican cuisine (that have only been surpassed by tacos from the Mission in San Francisco).
I would sit at those windows and look at the passers by, the people at the tram stop, the trees and the beautiful buildings opposite and think how fabulous it was to be right there.